The fine French bubbles seemed to help to relax the fine French girls. Rob found himself perfectly able to chat to Chandelle and she understood pretty much what he had to say. They found that they had quite a lot in common and there was even something about the French girl that reminded him of the early days with Lucinda. She had the confidence of a woman who knew what she wanted and as the evening progressed Rob knew that Chandelle wanted him.
It was probably Laurent who started the whole thing off by trying to feed Valerie with the asparagus that came with the veal. He picked up one of the butter-dripped spears and held it out, a limp invitation, in front of Valerie’s lips and she took it into her mouth in an unhurried, provocative way that told him she was game on. She’d certainly cope with something more enticing than a floppy green vegetable. Spurred on by Valerie’s gourmet exhibition, Chandelle picked up her fork and, having speared a portion of meat, she sucked it gently, almost kissing it, before passing it over to Rob making the noise of a French train as she did.
“Choo, choo. Choo, choo!” she said as the fork full made its journey up to and into his open mouth.
“I will,” he said. “Every last bit.”
With cheese came more fine wine and laughter. Laurent took up his linen napkin and made a blindfold which he tied around Valerie’s pretty head so that it looked like a crisp white bandana covering her eyes. Chandelle too had her eyes obscured and the two drunk men started to play the game of guess what it is?
“Is goat shes,” said Chandelle as Rob fed her a small portion of soft goat’s cheese.
“Bravo!”
“That doesn’t taste so good,” said Valerie as Laurent put the stem of a carnation into her mouth. Valerie spat it out.
“That’s not fair,” she complained as he kissed her hard on the lips and pushed some of the wine from his mouth into hers which made her squeal like a schoolgirl.
“Our turn now” said Valerie as she removed her napkin and mopped her chin.
The two men sat at the table in the comfortable chairs with their masks in place. With the dexterity of a skilled undresser Valerie pulled down the shoulder straps to her dress and revealed two beautiful breasts as though it was the most natural thing to do, as though they were a planned part of the culinary experience, firmly on the menu, perfectly and lovingly prepared by a knowledgeable chef. She took the left breast in her hand and encouraged it towards Laurent’s waiting and eager mouth. His tongue found the erect nipple before the firm bosom itself smothered his gluttonous mouth. He knew what it was but under his own blindfold Rob could only make out the contented slurps and grunts coming from his friend.
“Delicious!” said Laurent when he was allowed to come up for air and he roared with laughter as Valerie put away her assets.
Chandelle followed suit and Rob thought that the hard button-like nipple placed into his care was without doubt one of the best puddings he had tasted in a long time.
“I know they are very discreet here but better put a chair against the door,” said Laurent as he stood up and dropped his trousers to reveal his stiff artistic intent.
“Oh la la!” said Valerie like a Can-Can girl as she slid onto the end of the table between Laurent and his place.
She sat in front of him with her legs stretched out on each side and without any hint of underwear so that without much difficulty he was able to reach the damp place between her legs with his own upstanding achievement.
“Fuck the coffee!” said Laurent as he placed himself at her disposal.
“Fuck me!” said Valerie as she threw her head back in anticipation of having her request granted.
For a brief moment Rob and Chandelle looked on with mild amusement. What was a bloke to do? But his musings were interrupted when Chandelle dropped to the floor and disappeared under the table. She surfaced moments later in Rob‘s lap and her nimble fingers, including the one that had pointed so beautifully at Laurent’s art, found what they were looking for inside the warm folds of Rob’s trousers. Chandelle released the beast and gave a small gasp as she took it into her mouth and sucked and sucked as though she hadn’t eaten a thing all day. God, Rob thought, if this is Paris then I’m insane. All four were on the bank of the Seine, in a restaurant, performing as naturally as those that had for generations and they were enjoying the healthy gastronomic feast.
“A very reasonable meal, didn’t you think?” said Laurent
“Thanks for arranging it,” said Rob
“Well thanks for coming, mon ami!”
“Any time,” said Rob and the two thumped each other on the back like the naughty conspirators they were.
…This was enough to spoil anybody’s appetite! Grabbed a couple of digestives from the biscuit tin and off to enlighten the class with my knowledge of Baroque painting. Taking them over to the National Gallery for an injection of the real thing!
5.26 pm
Home now, students were great. They always love a trip out, especially when it involves a coffee stop! We dallied a bit on the way back to listen to a street busker and one of the girls, Caroline, went off with him to Starbucks. I’m not their keeper after all, and they are adults. He was rather nice looking!
Right. Concentrate! Forget all about today’s rubbishy emails. Got a box of Calippos from Sainsburys and they are in the freezer. Also picked up a nice ciabatta from The Artisan Bakery on the corner. It’s really a delight living in Stockbridge, and the walk back from town was so lovely, the rain has left everything fresh and glistening.
Turned on the radio to get the local news. Edinburgh City Council is debating whether to renew the licences of certain “massage” parlours in the town … now that is funny!
Midnight
Miles is fast asleep
He came home tired as usual but excited.
“What’s all this about Calippos then?”
“Have you been thinking about this all day, Miles?”
“Well not all day … had a meeting with Shonagh and Bill about the inquiry. The police have requested that we don’t go too far away over the next few months because we might be called to give evidence, so no jaunts abroad for us then.”
“That’s a shame, but never mind Miles, I can take you to some fabulous destinations in my stories!”
“Now … Calippos … Hope you’re not thinking what I’m thinking Beth, you could get an ice burn in a very sensitive place!”
“Well we’ve got a doctor on hand, but it may not be me who gets the burn, Miles!”
That worried him! We hurried through the meal. The bread was lovely, with some rosemary-infused oil and left-over prosciutto. Dessert was in the freezer! Then on to business! We settled down on the sofa, which seemed to work better than reading in bed (less chance of him falling asleep) some more gentle jazz – didn’t want to change the winning formula – and I read the next story which is set in one of our familiar locations.
5. “Orlando”
Orlando was 18 and working in the Claims department of an insurance company – hardly an earth shattering job but in these times of recession, he was grateful just to be employed. Rebecca worked in Policies and Orlando spent a good part of his day finding excuses to walk across St James’s Square to her department, housed in the